My Faults

Valerie's P.O.V.

I sighed inwardly as I watched Louis' face fall. I suppose he hasn't really thought about it. But it was sweet of him to take me here for a check-up. After all, I could do something about this stupid sleep walking. I leaned my head against his shoulder and said quietly, "It's okay, Lou.. at least you figured out something." He took hold of my hand. Anyone would've thought we were a couple considering out complexion difference but we're just brother and sister, a pair of orphans. Lucky enough, we were able to live comfortably in a two storey house due to our wealthy grandparents from our mum's side who always sent in money to Lou's bank account along with his income for working in the local Newsagents. Although, they never really spoke to us much after the accident. I've never actually recalled having a proper conversation with them. Neither has Lou.

"Mum-sy and dad-sy, died when you were one-sy!" Chrissy Doll sang. "Lou?" I asked quietly. "Hmm?" he hummed back. "Do you really hate me for being delusional?" I mumbled out. I felt him tense up beneath me. "It's okay if you do. I understand," I continued on. He gripped my hand hard. "Valeria Jones Tomlinson. I know I've been a complete motherfudgingpieceofshit to you about this whole thing and I want to bite my hands off for saying shit to you and I know I should be a better brother to you," he blurted out loud enough for me to hear. My chest swelled and I smiled, squeezing his hand back, replying, "I just thank God that you haven't left me, Lou. I too, apologise for being so difficult and not know what's wrong with me."

"Awww, but mum-sy and dad-sy left you, didn't they?" Her damn laugh rung in my ears, echoing again and again until it started to fade out. Talk about, drama, I thought bitterly, blinking away a few tears. Get out of my head, my life, get out of me you pathetic doll.


Louis' P.O.V.

My throat constricted as she apologised. Don't cry, Louis. You never cry. Don't be a puss.

"Valeria? Valeria Jones Tomlinson?" I looked up at once, hearing the unfamiliar voice. I stood up, pulling Valerie along. I frowned slightly as I glanced down at Valerie who was in a complete daze. As I looked back up while guiding ourselves into the doctor's room, I read on the name tag, "Dr. Max George." Odd... the name rings a bell.
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After going through, the run-down, boring set of damn questions, I slammed my hand down a little too hard on Dr. George's desk. "Look," I spat sternly, "we know the routine, can we just get to the point?" He looked somewhat flustered after I pressed him. Valerie only smirked subtly. His face. Mehehe, and his bald head. I kept my serious face on as I watched him regain his composure.

"Now, now," he cooed out, "I'll wait for your little outbreak to settle and then we'll get to the point." My jaw dropped open. Is this twat, serious? Valerie then intervened, "Dr. George, it has come to my attention that we've wasted about half an hour due to your computer crash downs. Now, we already know that Dr. Williams asked you to take his spot-" I cut her off, adding quietly, "Unfortunately.." I watched Valerie supress a giggle as she continued, formally, "However, I just want to know what I should do to stop my sleepwalking. Please?" Ugh, don't say please to that prick! I mentally face-palmed as the satisfaction grew on his bloody face. I struggled to stay in my seat as his eyes flickered quickly down her body and back up to her face.

Son. Of a fucking. Fucktard.


Valerie's P.O.V.

I could literally feel Louis' heat vibes, radiating off his body. Ugh, this doctor is basically taking long on purpose just to have a good show. Heat rose in my cheeks from embarrassment, distress and anxiety. I hate him staring. I hate anyone staring. Oh for Pete's sake just hurry up.


Max's P.O.V.

Fit.. I smirked as she blushed. Very fit and cute. I cleared my throat, looking back at.. what's his name, Lewis? "Mr Lewis-" I proceeded. "That's Mr Tomlinson to you. And it's Louis, damn it," he spat. I ignored him and continued on, "I'm going take a blood test from Valeria-" I was cut off once again by Louis, "That's Miss Tomlinson to you." He smirked at my irritation which was threatening to burst. I then gritted through my teeth, "And I'll be needing her to stay behind for a sleeping test."


Louis' P.O.V.

WHAT IN ACTUAL JESUS?! Need her to stay behind?! "I'm staying too," I said quickly. A screen of anger flickered across his face but disappeared just as quickly as it arrived, as he replied, "That won't be necessar-"

"Yes, it is," I retorted back, cutting him off defiantly. I stood up and held Valerie's hand stating sassily, "Lead the way, Dr. George."

Notes

Oooooohhhh... *drum roll* Does anyone smell trouble? Hmmmmm... XD